Easter Holiday

Easter is such big deal here. I don't see how spending £1,000's on Easter sweets would make anyone feel better but it is apparently a thing. I feel really bad about not getting my children anything for Easter, but I just don't think it is that big of a deal, to be perfectly honest. I also do not understand how it is fair that you in Sweden have one week, whereas the children here have up to four weeks (depending on the school they go to).

This was not meant to be a whiny post.

I am really excited about the holiday, especially the first week, since I have that one off and have the in-laws visiting and then a four day trip to Paris with my little sister (+ another 5 days with her here in London). That alone mean that I can tick of another few points on my 'to-do' list heh.

I am not going to lie.

I could go on a rampage about how busy I have been and I could conjure up a few things that I have done. But in all honesty I have read. I have tended to sick children for an entire week and the week before that I was poorly myself. And let's be honest now, not a lot of things happen when you are ill. And this in turn lead to me reading five books, and starting another two. Shit happens.

This weekend I have had my beloved Silke over from Belgium and she was lovely enough to invite me along to an author/bloggers event. We also squeezed in a trip to the theatre to see The End of Longing with a.o. Matthew Perry in it. Thinking that it was going to be either exactly like friends, or the complete opposite, I was left very happy. It was a perfect mixture. There were points where I could not help but think "this could be out of a Friends episode" or "that is such a Chandler thing to say" but at the same time it had issues and a raw honesty that you never really got enough on Friends, just because it didn't go that deep. Long story short, it was well worth the money and I would highly recommend it.

Other than that, I have been painfully unoccupied. I have managed to apply to schools and looked into the whole "moving back" business that is happening in roundabout five months. It feels insane that I am more than halfway through my stay. It scares me a bit. That in six months I have probably hopefully started university again.

To-Do-List no. 2

Okay, updated version.

1. London Tower (been here 10 times and never gone - shame on me)
2. Borough Market 
3. Brick Lane
4. Winter Wonderland (been but need to go again)
5. New Years Ever (will I ever get a better opportunity?)
6. Guard Change at Buckingham Palace
7. Out doors cinema
8. G-A-Y Heaven (again, been but need to go again)
9. Photography in all (but not all) boroughs
10. Three musicals (that I have not seen)
11. Night photography (cause why not?)
12. Brighton (okay not in London but I mean who said I couldn't move outwards, yeah?)
13. Find my favourite place (been looking but I have not found my favourite place yet)
14. James Bay concert (cheating cause I already have tickets, but still...)
15. Move outside of zone 1-3 (there is so much to see from zone 4 and outwards)
16. Go to The Breakfast Club
17. See a play
18. Two museums (that I have yet not visited)
19. Volunteer
20. Do the Colour Me 5K Run (cause I already signed up and I better get my ass running)

Unproductive events.

February was quite possibly the most uneventful and at the same time most eventful month so far.

I managed to squeeze in an anniversary, a birthday, the vist from my sister and my beloved Belgian Panda. But then again that is just about everything that has happened. Other than that there has been insanely long days that has resulted in nothing productive (I think I am going to have to go back to my bucket list and tick som things off) and I am not too sure how I feel about that. Once again I feel very stupid for not doing something all the time, but at the same time I just do not have the energy. I mean, a month long cold (if not longer) is not something that I just randomly recover from over night. Yes I am trying to justify my laziness I should probably try and turn it around though. I don't want to go home and feel like I missed out. So far, that feeling hasn't creeped on, but you never know.

I have also started planning out my packing for when going home. Sigh.